The young elf said nothing, merely nodding.
Lord Rowan was right. Somewhere as poor as the outskirts of Val'sharah simply could not provide enough food and everyday supplies for them.
Back when Lord Ravencrest of Black Rook Hold was still alive, Val'sharah had been fairly prosperous. Commoners farmed freely and could largely support themselves.
But after the War of the Ancients, Val'sharah came under the control of the noble priestess Tyrande, the current de facto leader of the Night Elves, and was transformed into a resting place for druids.
The fertile land and temples within the forest had all been converted into druid dwellings. Natives like the young elf had been stripped of their land and homes in the name of Tyrande's greater good.
Even so, the girl bore little resentment.
Simply being able to live in peace was the best she could hope for.
"Oh, right. I forgot to ask your name, young lady." After chatting with the elf for so long, Rowan realized he had missed the most basic question.
The girl paused too, then smiled, a cute dimple appearing on her pale purple cheek.
"Just call me Sa'ella, Lord Rowan."
Sa'ella had a lively disposition and chatted with Rowan about everything along the way. They soon grew familiar with each other.
They continued toward the Temple of the Moon for another four hours. When a pale streak appeared in the eastern sky, Rowan asked to stop for a short rest and something to eat before continuing.
"Here's yours." Rowan handed Sa'ella some soft bread and a little beef jerky.
Sa'ella accepted without hesitation. Taking the food, she pulled some Woodland Lake Water from her worn pack.
"This water might not be worth as much as your food, but don't expect me to owe you a favor over